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The peacock is the most beauti- 
ful bird and the most lordly known. 

The Queen of Sheba brought gifts 
of peacocks to Solomon at their cel- 
ebrated meeting. 

Cleopatra was carried on a, litter 
by her slaves, accompanied by a 
flock of a thousand peacocks on 
whose necks a tiny golden bell 
tinkled. 

Royalty everywhere had attend- 
ants who held peacock feather fans 
and stirred the air for their lords. 

The colors of all the precious jew- 
els' are found in their plumage. 

They were sometimes served in 
their feathers at the feasts of kings 
and queens. 

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Peacocks are sacred birds in tii6 
Orient, and lie who kills one does it 
at the peril of his life. 

I have raised many of them. 'Hen- 
ry Ford, the peace man, has some 
of mine on his great farm along 
with birds of other lands. 

The peacock is carved on the 
tombs of many of the early chris- 
tians because it is the emblem of 
IMMORTALITY. 

The peacock is the emblem I use 
on all my writings for it signifies the 
love of the beautiful, and great 
things, and IMMORTALITY which 
all seek for. 



A FARM PHILOSOPHER 



Have you read Mrs. Kepley's book 
"A Farm Philosopher"? This is one 
of the books that will never die — 
It is ihistory, it is poetry, philosophy, 
facts, and it is tied to the land. It 
is full of great ideas and is up to the 
last best thing. $1.50 postpaid — 
send to Effingham book store or to 
the author. 



INTRODUCTION 



"SONGS consecrate us to Truth 
and Liberty. "--Shelley. , 

Always people sing and they love 
to commemorate their homes and 
native lands and beloved places 
and things in song. All Nations 
have songs but of those which com- 
memorate beloved places and 
ideals, the English sing "Hail 
Britainia" and "London Bridge'; 
the Scotch sing "Flow Gently Sweet 
Afton" and "Ye Banks and Braes o' 
Bonnie Doon. The Irish sing "The 
Harp tliat once thru Tara's Halls" 
and "Donny Brook Fair"; the 
French "The Moselle River"; the 
Austrians "The Blue Danube"; the 
"Swiss" "The Alpen Horn' and 
"Chamouni"; the Germans, "The 
Watch on the Rhine"; Alsace-Lor- 
raine, "The Blue Alsatian Moun- 
tains '; and other peoples have sim- 
ilar songs. In this country we have 
abo.ve all "America" and then the 
states have their songs, "Illinois" to 
the melody of "Baby iMine", "My 
Old Kentucky Home", and so have 
all the other states songs. All col- 
leges have songs, and they 
interpolate the names of their 
own particular Alma Mater in 
them. So far as this writer 
knows, Effingham and Effingham 
County is the first section of the 
earth to have its own songs and song 
book. The hope is to excite a great, 
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er love and appreciation of tu© iuwa 
and the whole County of Efllngham 
and a larger effort to develop her 
people and their opportunities of 
growth, and also to g've both a 
higher place in the earth. The 
^ongs are not perfect in rhyme or 
rhythm but they will sing. The lim- 
itation of their subject restricts 
language. Old familiar melodies 
that are dear to the heart are large- 
ly used, for they are singable and be- 
loYed. Melodies by our own Amer- 
ican composers are used most, for 
in their appeal to the affections they 
are largely supreme. The melodies 
not of our own, are those loved and 
sung by everybody because they are 
from the heart. It is the hope of the 
writer, that this little book will be 
the parent of many others of its kind 
in America, and elsewhere, for be it 
remembered "The patriot's boast, 
where'er we roam, his first best 
country ever is his home." — ^Gold. 
smith. 

So let us learn and sing these 
songs, and love our homes better; 
let all learn to love home more and 
compose songs in its honor that will 
mayhap live forever. 

These songs of Effingham, town 
and county are written by Ada H. 
Kepley, except those credited to 
other writers. A copy of this book 
is filed in the National Library at 
Washington, D. C, and in the State 
Historical Society at Springfield, Il- 
linois, for it is HISTORY. 
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EFFINGHAM — COUNTY & TOWN 

Melody — Illinois, or Baby Mine 



Effingham was named for Lord Ef- 
fingham, who commanded the Brit- 
ish Fleet which destroyed tfhe Span- 
ish Armament or Armada in ihe year 
1588. 

On the sea our name began, 
Effingham, Effingham. 

It was of a mighty man 

Effingham, Effingham. 

Of tftie lordly land of Spain 

Her Armada he had slain 

And he gave tO' ue his name, 
Effingham, Effingham. 

And he gave to us his name, 
Effingham. 

We are planited at t(he center, 
Effingham, Effingham. . 

Of old mother earth so grand, 
Effingham, Effingham. 

So you need aot wotnder why 

We now raise a mighty cry 

And declare we shall not die, 
Effingham, Effingham. 

And declare we shall not die,* « 

Effingham. 

We have fertile field® and farms, 
Effingham, Effingham. 

Nature gave us scenes of beauty, 
Effingham, Effingham. 

We have people kind and true. 

And we call aloud to you 

* It is said small cities will die out 
because of parcel post and mail or- 
der business. 

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•^0 shai'e tiiese biessings too, ^ 

Effingham, Eflangham. 
To share these iblessings too, 
Effingham. 

We ihave splendid schooils and 
churches, 

Effingham, Effingham. 
We have noble men and women, 

Effingham, Effingham. 
Who planted the good seed 
That our nation soon shall need 
And that made our people grand, 

Effingham, Effingham. 
And that made our people grand, 
Effingham. 

Come and swell this goodly chorus, 

Effingham, Effingham. 
To the days that spread before us, 

Effingham, Effingham. 
By our words and by our deeds 
Those who follow us shall read 
That we saw the hand of God, 
Effingham, Effingham. 
That we saw the hand of God, 
Effingham. 



THE GOOD OliD TOWIV 

OF EFFINGHAM 



Melody-^The Choinis in '*It's a Long 
liong Way to Tipperary." 



Why do you go a-roaming when you 

have a place to go? 
Just the good old town of Effingham 
No better place I know. 
The center of the earth, sir 
With all good things in tow 
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Just the good old town of Eflangham, 

sir, 
I'll swear by high ani low. 

The girls are all so nice and pretty 
The boys we love and know 
They're just bright hustling fellows 
The kind that make things go. 
Let men and women start to rustle 
Unite and start a blow 
There's a bright, bright day for Ef- 
fingham, sir. 
Let's loose and let her go. 

O my! O my! don't come and whin- 

ney 
That old and sickly theme 
^'There's nothing here in Effingham, 

sir" 
'Tis nothing but a dream. 
Let us all lay down and boo! hoo! 

hoo! sir, 
Lets have an awful scream 
For we take no stock in Effingham, 

sir 
Her future is a dream." 

Come! Get a vision of a factory 

Then, work to bring it true 

And you'll find 'twill not be long, 

sir 
'Till we get that factory too. 
Just lay hold all together 
And push and pull and soon 
The good old town of Effingham, 

sir. 
Will be fuller than the moon. 

One factory soon will fetch another. 
That's just the way they do. 
They get their good strength from 
each other 

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They work just like men do 

So away with groans and growling 

Let's raise a big halloo. 

We're one and all for EfQngham, sir 

We'll boost her big and true. 

I yes! You bet we're jolly boosters 

We've something big to do 

We'll boost and boost old Eflangham, 

sir, 
'Till you'll want to boost her too. 
We're happy and we are jolly 
'Cause we've something big to do 
We Boost! We Boost! for EflBngham 

sir, 
Come! Be a Booster too. 



Effingham Illinois is suburban to 
four great cities, Chicago, St. Louis, 
Indianapolis and Terre Haute. 

Eflangham is at the" meeting of 2 
great railroad lines, the I. C. R. R. 
and the Pennsylvania lines. 

Central time should be named Ef- 
fingham time, said a scientist. 

All the Gulf and East Coast rail- 
roads of the United States centre in- 
to Effingham. 

You will hear Effingham called at 
all great Railroad centers, as North 
and South, East and West its rail- 
roads go round the earth. 



Effingham Town and County has 
an interesting little history. 

Write to the Effingham Improve- 
ment Association and get one free. 
Ada H. Kepley, Pres. E. I. A. 
Mrs. Paul Partridge, Sec'y. 
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JOHN, A MAN, or MY EFFINGHAM 



Melody — ^My Maryland 



My neighbor, John, he is a man 

Effingham — My Effingham 

Who says to all: Do what you can 
Effingham — My Effingham 
He is a Booster, tried and true 
He'll fill you full of Boosting too. 
You couldn't make him feel "so 

blue." 
Effingham — My Effingham 

John says our town is just O. K. 
Effingham — My Effingham 
And all that's needed is to say 
Effingham — My Effingham 
I'll be a Booster, "yes I will' 
I'll do my best, I will, I will 
I'll help to haul her up the hill. 
Effingham— ^My Effingham 

John says "I can't" is "Tommy Rot' 

Effingham — ^My Effingham 

We ought to nail upon the spot 

Effingham — ^My Effingham 

The man or woman who will say 

"You can't, you can't," from day to 

day 
But teach each one and all to say 
* I can, I can,' — My Effingham. 

When we believe^^ — then others will 

Effingham — 'My Effingham 

And factories rise on every hill 

Effingham — My Effingham 

Haste on the day wnen "can" shall 

rule 
For "can't" we'll leave to doubting 

fools '— 

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Rush on the time when growth, our 

tool, 
Shall carve a greater Eflangham. 

All hail to John, he is a man 
EflSngham — ^My Effingham 
Who helps to bring the best he can 
To Effingliam,-^My Effinglianft. 
He is a "Booster" tried and. true 
And he thie best will bring to you. 
Let's follow him and "Boost' on too 
Effingham — iMy Effingham. 

This song can be sung to any 
town by inserting the name in place 
of Effingham. 



IS YOUR HEADMGHT ON BEHIND 

Melody — Marchiag Thru Georgia 

— Text — 
"The lightning bug is brilliant 

But he hasn't any ;mind 
He blunders througJi existence 

With his head'lig'ht on behind." 

Author not known. 
* * * ^ 

There are men who would be bril- 
liant 

If they'd only use their mind 

But like the bug they blunder on 

With their head lights hung behind. 

They say you can't you can't 

You cannot do a thing 

Because they have their headlights 
on behind. 

Ohorus: Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll 
boost old Effingham, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give old 
can't a slam; 
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We'll tang our hetadhghts on bofore 
We'll boost the town along, 

Because, we tiang our headlights on 
before. 

Yon show the kicker great big things 

But he doesn't change his minu 
He can't see if he wanted to 

For his headlig'ht's hunig behind. 
He says, you can't! You can't! You 
can't! 

You cannot do a thing 
For his jolly head-lights hung 

Right on behind. 

Chorus: 

Come, now you boosters one and a;ll 

Whose 'headlights shine before 
And show the way to splendid things 

You might have seen before. 
Fill up your lamps, light uip the way, 

There'r glorious things galore; 
You can't begin to «ount them all 

Thougli your headlights hang be- 
fore. 

Chorus: 

Come, all you kickers, douse your 
glim 
^r hang it on before. 
Come, help to boost the town along 

Oh! hanjg your lights before. 
We want to help each other on 

Let's work as ne'er before; 
And we'll hang our headligthts up 

And down before us. 

Chorus: 



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*'I WILL" KILLED OLD CAN'T 



Dedicated to the Oity of Chicago 

With Its Splendid Slogan 

*'I WiU" 



Melody: "Tenting on the Old Camp 
Ground" 

There's many a thing we want to 

have 
While we dwell here below. 
And there's a way if we know how 
To get that thing to go. 
But Old- Can't killed it, Old Can't 

killed it. 
He killed it dead. Oh, oh, oh, 
Old Can't killed it. Old Can't killed 

it, 
He killed it dead. Oh, oh, oh. 

Now the way to do is to kill Old 
Can't 

Just hit him with I will. 

And if he don't die you will surely 
know why. 

Just hit him with I will. 

Or you'll have to sing, Old Can't kill- 
ed it, 

Can't killed it. Oh, oh, oh. 

Old Can't killed it, Old Can't killed it 

Killed it, Oh, oh, oh. 

Just rustle up to Old I Can't 

And knock him with I will 

And it is sure you'll have to laugh 

To see him fall so chill. 

For I Will killed him, I WiU killed 

him. 
Killed him, ho, ho, ho, 
I Will killed him, I WiU killed him. 
Killed him good and daad, ho, ho. 
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THANKSGIVING SONG 

Melody — "Old Lang Syne.*' 

November 25, 1915, Effingham Busi- 
ness Men's Association Banquet. 

We gather here from far and near. 

To spend an hour together 

What e'er we are outside I'm sure 

In here we all are brother. 

We meet to boom old Effingham 

We feast and sup together 

It is the good Thanksgiving time 

Draws us to one another, 

— Ohorus — 

So hail the good Thanksgiving time. 

It is the grandest day 

Of all the days we celebrate 

In our America. 

We know quite well whose hand it is 
Has kept us through the years 
And gave us homes and happiness 
With naught to wake our fears 
We raise a voice in thankfulness 
We jojn with heart and hand 
To waken up old Effingham 
To take a higher stand. 

— Chorus — 

The Pilgrim fathers could they see 

Us gathered here together 

Would surely have some funny 

thoughts 
And make a mighty blether 
Electric lights and telegraphs 
Railroads and things that-sing 
Oood gracious they could not be 

blamed 
If they should say "By Jing." 
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— CJiorus — 
And if they thot Auld Nickey Ben 

(the devil) 
Had fooled us all together 
What would they think to know that 

we 
Had tied the world together 
And used a funny little 'tic' 
Ben Franklin caught on high 
When he went rummaging about 
The starry sprinkled sky? 

— 'Ohorus — 

I'll warrant you they'd know mince 

pie 
And pumpkin pie and "taters" 
And turkey birds and sausages 
And maybe apple fritters 
But Laws-a-daisy here's ice cream 
and Saratoga Chips 
And stacks and stacks of frivol 

things 
They never heard of yet. 

— Chorus — 
But all the same they thanked the 
Lord 
Aa we do here tonight 
And ate and drank as heartily 
On good Old Plymouth Rock 
And Bunker Hill and Boston town 
As EflSnghamers do 
It's just the good Thanksgiving time 
They did just like we do. 

— ^Ohorus — 

Here's to the good old turkey bird, 
That graced the old time feasts 
Who gobbled just the very same 
As turkeys do today. 
They are of all the birds and game 
The finest, on the day 
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We call the good Thanksgiving time 
Where ever we may be 
— ^Ohorus — 

And so We raise our voices now 
In this Thanksgiving chorus 
I'm sure that every one of us 
Knows just what is before us, 
We mean to stir this good old town 
To get right up and go 
For everything we want to have 
And we'll get it too, we know, 
— Chorus — 
This song is suitable for use any- 
where by changing the name of the 
town to your own. 



NEVER SAY CAN'T 
Melody — ^Little Biown Jug: 

(Dedicated to All Boosters) 

Oh, there was a man he owned a calf 
Ha, Ha, this tale will make you laugh 
That calf kept bawling all the day 
"You can't, you can't" twas all it 

could sa,y. 

(The bawling of a calf is heard) 
It made that man feel awful bad 
To hear the bawling of that calf 
He got the "Jim Jams' from that 

bawl 
Could hardly sleep or think at all 

(Calf Bawls) 
His business almost went to smash 
Because of that young bawling calf 
All night all day is kept it up 
It surely was some awful stuff 

(Calf Bawls) 

One day a man said "can't" to him 

At once he blacked him in the glim 

He smashed his nose 

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He broke his toes 

Oh, my, it was an awful thing. 

(Calf Bawls) 
The neighbors said: "You kill that 

CAlf" 
We fear 'twill set the town quite mad 
To hear "can't, can't" is awful bad 
No wonder that it sets men mad. 
(Calf bawls and bawls.) 

(The calf's bawling is made to 
imitate "You Can't.") 



THE LITTIiE WABASH RIVER 

(Thin is the little river that flows 
through Effingham County) 

Melody — Swanee River 



Down on the Little Wabash River, 

I love tot roam, 

There I wandered with my sister and 

brother 
And all the dear ones at home. 
There in the sunny summer weather 
Hapipy and gay, 
Fishing, singing, (swrmiming late and 

early 
By its sunny banks we'djstray. 

CHORUS: 

Oh we love the Little Wabash River, 

Though we're far from home. 

For, up and down its shady banks so 

lovely. 
We had a happy time. 

All along the Little Wahash River 
Birds trilled their somg, 
Oh, how the hapipy hearts of child- 
hood 
Reveled by it all day long. 
Down In the ripples and the hollows 
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Flashed the- finny game, 

There we cast our hooks and lines 

together 
Angling for the flashing game. 
CHORUS: 

There oft we rambled with our 
mates 

With hearts full of love, 

And 'oft we felt within our souls 

Joy like from heaven above. 

While the green boughs softly wav- 
ed above us. 

We woive fair dreams 

Of what the years were holding for 
us 

Far from these childish days. 

CHORUS: 

Now on our heads old time has 

sprinkled 
Snow from his hand. 
But in our hearts the fires eternal 
Of love and friendship burn. 
No, the years can't spoil or chill our 

ardor 
For the dear old days, 
When we wandered by the Little 

Wabash River 
Fair happy stream always. 
CHORUS: 



"I care not who writes the liter- 
ature of a people, let me write her 
songs." — Author not known. 



These songs of Eflangham Town 
and County are written by Ada H. 
Kepley, except those credited to oth- 
er writers. 

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KANNAGOA LAKE 



(Dedicated to the author of the Old 
Swimming Hole, J, Whitcomb Riley) 
(Melody — ^My Bonnie) 
Kanagga Lake, a well known re- 
sort for old and young, near Effing- 
ham. 

When I was a wee little laddie 

I loved every summer to go 

Down the road to our dear Lake 

Kanagsra 
Aicooutered as boys love to go. 
Chorus: 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
You bring back my childhood to me, 

to me, 
Kanagga, Kanagga, 
You bring back my childhood to me. 

My mates they were jolly good fel- 
lows. 

They loved old Kanagga like me. 

And when we got free from our mo- 
thers 

Away to Kanagga we'd flee. 

Chorus: 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 

Oh, sweet is thy memory to me, to 
me. 
Kanagga, Kanagga. 

Oh, sweet is thy memory to me. 

We woulfd fish, but we loved ibest to 

"holler", 
To splash in the water and swim. 
To paddle about on a big raft 
We'd put in a big lot of vim. 
Chorus: 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
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You bring back my childhood to me, 

to me. 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
You bring back my childhood to me. 
And when we grew older we'd picnic 
With the girls we loved best for a 

day 
We'd stuff ourselves full with the 

goodies, 
Our sweethearts had fixed for our 

stay. 
Chorus: 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
You bring back those dear days to 

me, to me, 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
You bring back my lost youth to me. 
vV^e are far from the bauKs of Old 

Kanagga, 
We're men and we're women today 
But we love to revisit dear Kanagga 
And bring back those bright youth- 
ful days. 
Chorus: 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
Oh, dear are thy waters to me, to me 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
You bring back my young days to 

me. 
And when we have finished our earth 

life 
. And gone to that heavenly clime 
We will meet, we are sure, our old 

comrades 
With whom we had such a good time. 
Chorus: 

Kanagga, Kanagga, 
We had such a happy time, 

Oh, Kanagga, Kanagga, 
You'll outlast the borders of time. 
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THE liEOEND OF SALT GREEK 
WATER 



Melody — 'Massa's in the Cold, Cold 
Ground." 

A large and pretty creek of EfBng- 
tiam county, and near Effingham. 

A youth and a maiden once were 
roaming. 

Where the Salt Creek flowed. 

Sad, she wept, her doleful fate be- 
moaning. 

For her lover meant to go. 

Far in stranger lands he'd wander. 

Seeking wealth and fame 

She to stay at home and wait and 
wonder 

When her lover would return. 

She, the love-lorn maid, entreated 
Her sweetheart now to stay, 
Where his friends and kin were liv- 
ing. 
And he'd be with her alway. 
But he said "I seek my fortune 
And it is not here. 
And, after all, I tell you, darling 
It is for you, I hold so dear. 

Sad, the maiden sought Black 
Feather, 

An Indian she had healed 

Of an almost fatal wound and sick- 
ness 

Got upon the battle field. 

"Oh," she said, "Come charm my 
lover. 

Keep him here at home 

For far away for fame and fortune 

He is now about to roam." 
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Said the Indian Chief, Black Feather 
"Take this branch of oak, 
Breathe your lover's name upon it 
Three times when the moon is low. 
Cast it in the running water 
Watch it float away, 
Then give your love a draught of 

water 
From this stream three times one 

day." 

Into Salt Crek water, now the 

maiden 
Cast the magic branch 
Gave her lover three drinks from it 
And no more he longed to stray 
But at home with her and kindred 
Lived and loved nor strayed 
Far away to seek for fame and for- 
tune. 
Won it where he lived and stayed. 

But the Indian charm stayed in the 

water. 
And if you would stray 
Far away for fame and fortune 
Shun that charmed stream alway 
Salt Creek water holds the magic 
That keeps us all at home 
And if you should drink its charmed 

waters, 
Never would you seek to roam. 



This song was sent to the author 
through the mail. It has not been 
possible to get the name of the 
writer. It is a pretty story of our 
little river and a geography lesson 
as well. 



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THE LITTIiE WABASH BIA ER 



Melody — When you and I were 
Young, Maggie 



Thru the flats of Shelby County 
Thru the fields of Effingham* 
I spread my plenteous bounty, 
When my bed the Spring floods 
dam. 
I ramble on thru lands in Clay* 

. And still my largess offer 
Thru Wayne* I make my winding 
way. 
And fill the farmer's coffer. 

Thru the heat of summer weather; 

Thru the frost and winter's snow 
Thru the woodland, hither, thither. 

Still I ever onward go 
Ever duty lies before me, 

And behind I leave glad hearts, 
And deep happiness steals o'er thee 

When we all do well our parts. 

Thru the flats, the valleys, the ridges 

Thru the marl, the clay and the 
rock; 
'Neath the drooping branches, brldg' 
©s, 

I receive oft many a shock; 
But I always keep on trying. 

Always plodding slowly on, 
Never resting, never lying. 

Always moving till I've gone 

To the distant, far, Ohio; 

Where I reach my journey's end. 
Thus from Shelby* in embryo. 

Did I start my way to wend. 
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I 
And I did my utmost duty, 

Never offering any harm; 
Dressed the fields in glowing beauty. 
Blessed the city and the farm. 

A DRUMMER. 
♦Counties of Illinois. 



The bells have come down the ag- 
es with religion and patriotism, with 
joy and sorrow and exultation. 
When a little child I heard ail the 
bells in the town ringing one after- 
noon. I ran to my mother to ask 
why. She said: "1 think the Atlan- 
tic cable has gone through." It was 
so, a id that is the reason the bells 
all clanged with joy. The Old Lib- 
erty Bell is dear to us. The chiming 
of the bells everywhere call us to 
God, so of our own bells. 

THE BELIi OF THE TOWN HALL 
EFFINGHAM 

The following lines were written 
to celebrate the passing of the Old 
Liberty Bell through Effingham Nov. 
21, 1915, on its way home from 
the San Francisco Exposition. Two 
women rang the bell of the town 
when the train pulled in and until 
the bell was gone, to baptize it in- 
to the spirit of the Old Bell, which is 
now voiceless, and to awaken all 
who heard it to a memory of what 
the Old Bell means to all. 

Oh, the Bell, the Bell of Effingham 
Its notes rang out loud and clear 
It welcomed with joy the Old Liber- 
ty Bell 
And sent its message on to men. 
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Hark the bell is ringing 

Ringing sweet ana clear 

Love God, love your brother. 

Do good to each other. 

Said the bell of Effingham, so dear. 



THE BEIiliS OF EFFINGHAM 

Melody — My Old Kentucky Home 



(A Town and comnty song) 
iFar aad near over ail the land, 
I hear the bells loudly ring 
iFrom tower and steeple, high and 

low. 
Their notes call to us to go. 
And join the hosts in singing 
And join the hosts that pray. 
Love God, love your brother, 
iDo good to each other, 
The bells of Effingham loudly say. 

Down the aiges keeping time witl^ 

men 
The oeills ring oult to every land. 
Oh, peace, good will to men from 

God above 
Shall bring the Christ with us to 

dwell. 
Look aloft my brother^ heaven draw- 

eth nigh. 
Love God, love your brother, 
Do good to each other. 
The bells of Effing'ham loudly say. 

We hear the school bells rin^ging 

(sweet and clear, 
They call to our children so dear. 
To hasten away and join the happy 

throng, 

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That flock to our schools each day. 
Hapipy, happy children, over ail our 

land, 
Lo,ve God, love your brother, 
Do gfood to each other. 
The bells of Eflang'ham loudly say. 
Sweet the bells are ringing in, the 

tower, 
A wedding is on to-day. 
And a youith and a maid 
Their plighted vowfi have said 
And a new home is set to stay. 
Joy, the bells are ringing, 
Joy, that seeims to say, 
LOive God, love your brother, 
Do good to each other. 
The bells of EflQngham sweetly say. 

Anid naw the bell's are toUinig soft 

anJd, low 
A isoul has taken it's flight. 
And 'Out from all that troubled it 

'below 
Has heav'nward gone from our sight, 
So the bells arei tolling, 
Tolling soft and low. 
Lo,ve God, love your brother, 
Do good to each other. 
The bells of EflQngham solemn say. 
And now we hear so joyful in our 

land. 
The clanginig of bells loud and clear. 
A new day dawns, it comes, it draw- 

eth near, 
Amd it showers blessings down on 

men. 
Clang, the. bells are clanging 
Clanging loud amd clear. 
Love God, love your brother. 
Do good to eacih other, 
Clang, the bells of Efflngha-m so dear. 
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THE OliD PIONEER 



Dedicated to all pioneer men and 
women of the United States of 
America for they made our civiliza- 
tion possible. 

Melody— Blue Bells of Scotland 

Oh where and oh where has the 

good old Pioneer gone, 
Oh where and oh where has the 

good old Pioneer gone. 
He has vanished from the mountains 
He has gone from out the vales, 
And we sing Jiis praises 
For he gave us what he won. 

He left his home and country, the 

good old Pioneer 
He grappled with a new land, did 

the good old Pioneer. 
He fought the savage Indis^n, 
He tamed the wildest field, 
He brought peace and plenty 
To our dear native land. 

His little log cabin was free to all 

who came, 
He fed all his guests on the very 

best wild game, 
The bear, the wolf, the panther. 
Sought often for his frame 
But with his good old rifle 
They fought a losing game. 

Oh, kind was the heart of the good 

old pioneer. 
He had not much to go on but he 

had a hand to cheer, 
A brother who was needy 
Could always bank on him, 
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He did all he could 
Although his purse was slim. 

A house full of children had the 

good old Pioneer 
He counted them his treasures did 

the good old Pioneer. 
'Twas Jim and John and Sally, 
And Tom and Dick and Joe, 
And Polly, Ann and Becky, 
And Ellen, Jane and Cloe. 

His clothes were made of homespun. 
And he wore a coon-skin hat, 

His feet were shod in moccasins, and 
his stockings wool at that. 

He loved his wife and children 

He held them very dear 

He fought when he had to 

Or I would not tell it here. 

The wife, we can tell you, of the 

good old Pioneer, 
Was a woman brave and steady said 

the good old Pioneer. 
She kept his little cabin 
She wove and made his clothes, 
She raised their many children 
To be men and maids of worth. 

The sons and the daughters of the 

good old Pioneer, 
Had fun in good plenty and did not 

lack for cheer. 
They hunted and they "wrastled" 
They spun and wove and sewed 
They cleared the land and plowed It 
And they loved to dance and sing. 

Oh, surely, we honor the good old 
Pioneer, 

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For lie was the hero wqo blazed the 

way so clear. 
We ought to sing his praises, 
And sound them far and near. 
For there's no man we owe so much 
As the good old Pioneer. 

The men and the women, who were 

good old Pioneers, 
Served God true and steady as did 

all old Pioneers. 
They left a Godly Nation 
For all the world to see. 
And now in these our good times 
We sound their praise so free. 



TEUTOPOLIS 



Melody! — O, Tanneiibauin 



This is the first local song, so far 
as is known, ever written in Effing- 
ham County. This song was written 
by the Rev. Father Francis Albers O. 
F. M., in German, and was sung at 
the great jubilee celebration at Teu- 
topolis in bonor of the building of 
their splendid Cathedral, which was 
fifty years old in 1902. 

This great church with its pipe or- 
gan and beautiful interior decora- 
tions, is the joy and pride of the 
German catholic people of Efflgham 
County, as from it has gone out con- 
gregations and churches everywhere 
thruout the county and in farther 
places. 

The lime used to build this great 
church was burned on Limestone 
Creek, Mason township, and was 
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hauled from there to Teutopolis by 
wagon from the kilns where it was 
burned. Devoted people everywhere 
contributed to the building of the 
church which was the third erected, 
the first of log, the second of log 
and lumber, and the third and last 
this one. 

A peculiar affection and devotion 
binds these Catholic people togeth- 
er; the tie of the old home land, the 
old pioneer hardships, and their re- 
ligion draw them together as one 
family and they love each other, and 
Teutopolis is the center of all they 
love and is the center from which 
has gone out great things for their 
religion. 

This translation from the origin- 
al German tells their own story. Ada 
H. Kepley, translator. 

Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 

Now raise your voice in joyful song 

This is thy day of jubilee 

For fifty years have come and gone 

We welcome all from far and near. 

Who come rejoicing with us here. 

Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 

The German town for all of us. 

From Cincinnati came they here 
The old and faithful pioneers, 
Washefort, Bergfeldt, Uptmor too 
And there was Bockmann made the 

four. 
They, everyone, were brave and true 
Not rich, but strong, and workers 

too. 
Teutopolis, Teutopplis, 
The German town for all of us. 
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They bought the land with forests 

too, 
They toiled both late and early 
The trees were cut and buildings 

grew, 
Oh, weary were the workers 
They planted corn, potatoes too. 
Just as the good old Germans do, 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
The German town for all of us. 

They feasted on fat meat and corn 

Potato cakes were plenty. 

And soon a wind-mill graced the 

morn. 
And then the bread was wheaten. 
Fresh meat was shot, of deer and 

bear 
That hid within the woodland there. 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
The German town for all of us. 

The wolves ran howling to and fro 
Affrighting old and young folks. 
They havoc wrought with stock of 

all. 
But guns soon brought them to their 

fall 
And poison snakes were slaugbtered 

too 
And wolves and snakes soon fled a- 

way 
Delig'hting everybody there, 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 

And now a town began to rise, 

A house belonged to everyman. 

And soon a school house reared its 

head. 
To which the children gathered. 
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Six lads and lassies were just all 
But bright and handsome, quick to 

learn, 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
The German town for all of us. 

Now wagons, horses, oxen too, 
Came in with goods high laden. 
To serve these good old pioneers 
St. Louis sent her choicest wares. 
Thru field, and flood and bush and 

break. 
The wagons slowly toiled each day, 
With mud holes all along the way. 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 

It was just fifty years ago 

This grand old church was builded 

And Father Kuenster at the mass 

The holy service rendered. 

The third time this a church was 

built 
To worship God in holy ilk, 
The Christ to serve was thy desire, 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 

What shall be said about our war. 
That some one said was frightful? 
They thought the organ pipes w^ere 

guns, 
The scare was something awful. 

There was a mighty "pow-wow- 

wow" 
That ended in a great "haw-haw" 
There was no war, 'twas all a fake. 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 

In 1858, the sons of good St. Fran- 
cis, 
Built them a little house to serve 
And do the will of God to men. 
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And others came and jollied with 

them 
And now they reach out far and 

near. 
And on and on they move from here. 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis. 

A college now rose high and grand. 
The young men to awaken, 
To life's most great and noble cause 
And priests and teacners called to 

all. 
To learn what is most excellent. 
To love God, — what brings more 

content? 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
The German town for all of us. 

And now a girl's academy 
Came looming up most excellent 
And kindly sisters came to serve 
And teach the girls so faithfully. 
To cook, to sew, to study too. 
And all good deeds of life to do. 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
The German town for all of us. 

The railroad ran quite thru the town 
From east to west it traveleth 
From every acre one can see, 
The wires that carry messages, 
Now stands our town known every. 

where, 
Thruout our whole America. 
Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
The German town for all of us. 

This German town srands very high 
She grows and grows so grandly 
She'll stand here years and years to 
como 

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God is her true defender. 
Her men and women, children all 
They sing today with loudest call 
■Teutopolis, Teutopolis, 
The German town for all of us. 

BLUE MOUND 

Blue Mound is near Altamont in 
Mound Township. It is the highest 
point of land in Illinois. The name 
Altamont is a combination of alti- 
tude and mound, Alt- a- mont, as a 
recognition of t^e altitude of Blue 
Mound. The government once erect- 
ed a tall tower on Blue Mound for 
some purpose. A historian* of the 
county remarks that it was put up 
to enable Illinoisans to look over in- 
to Missouri. 

Melody — The Old Oaken Bucket. 
Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 
Upon thy high summit, 
I gaze out upon the great world all 

around. 
I look to the east, I look to the west, 
I look to the north and I look to the 

south. 
I see fertile farms, I see deep green 

meadows 
I see the high corn waving bright in 

the breeze. 
I see herds of cattle, 
I see happy homes. 
And all that can make the human 

heart glad. 
Chorus: 

Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 
I love thy great summit 

♦Bradsby. 

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For you are the highest land in Il- 
linois. 

Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 

In all Illinois, 

You stand at the tip-top of all our 
great state. 

From out of the ages your story be- 
gan 

For you top the center of old Illinois 

Of the state our good county is 
right at the center. 

And you are the highest land in Il- 
linois. 

So we now write your story. 

We pride ourselves in you. 

For we are the center of old Illinois. 

Chorus: 

Oh Blue Mound, Oh Blue Mound, 
I love thy great summit 
For you are the highest land in Il- 
linois. 



THE EV^ERGREEN TREES OF 
MASON 



Meiody '*Plow Gently Sweet Afton" 

Mason, Mason township is remark- 
able and beautiful for her great 
white pine and cedar trees, which 
were planted by two old citizen«, 
Aaron Henry and Dr. Wm, Matthews 
father of Dr. J. N. Matthews, the po- 
et. Mr. Henry had a nursery, Dr. 
Matthews got 1500 pines and cedars 
by mail and distributed them free, 
and also planted them about his own 
premises in Mason. Dr. Matthews 
obtained the pines and cedars for 
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the writing of an article for some 
publication. He was not only a fine 
physician but gifted as a writer, and 
in his time was a correspondent of 
many high class publications Ma- 
son still reaps the benefit of what 
he did. The poet Mattiiews, then 
a small lad, carried them from 
the post oflSce home, then was 
sent to carry them to many friends 
of his father's. It seems to the writ- 
er that they planted many more 
things when they planted these 
trees. Their spirits seem to live in 
them yet. They undoubtedly were 
an influence in shaping the mind of 
the boy, who afterwards became the 
poet Matthews. The birds have car- 
ried the seeds of the cedars till they 
are thick everywhere in Mason Town 
ship and adorn and celebrate it. The 
evergreen is the emblem of Immor- 
tality. 

Along the streets of old Mason town 
Lordly and lovely the evergreen* 

stand. 
The wind in their branches is sing- 
ing a song 
That touches my heart strings and 

makes my soul long 
For the~ dear friends who loved them 

so long, long ago. 
Who rejoiced in their shadows when 

down here below. 
Oh, serene and so grandly the ever- 
greens stand 
Nowhere more noble in all our dear 
land. 

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Amid their deep branches I ^ear the 

sea moan. 
I hear the wild tempest when storms 

shriek and groan, 
Yet, safe in their branches -the birds 

sing and nest 
And men lie beneath them in deep 

peace to rest. 
Oh pine trees and cedars of Mason I 

ween 
You may go far and near and no 

grander are seen. 
So I sing your praise for surely I 

know 
That you are the emblem of the high- 
est we know. 

Oh pine trees and cedars in old Ma- 
son town, 

Sublime in your branches we hear a 
deep song. 

It tells us of true hearts of men who 
loved God 

Who spent their lives doing the heart 
of His word. 

Who loved His creation who planted 
His tree«. 

And who sang sweet songs to us in 
honor o? Thee. 

Who loved the Sweet Vale and the 
waters that ran 

Who taught us the lesson of the ever- 
greens to man. 



We need to cultivate a deeper rev- 
erence and love for our fathers and 
mothers. Reverence is a fundament 
needed in every character worth 
while. Let us teach the children to 
sing songs in honor of father and 
mother. 

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MY MOTHER 



TVielody — "Rocked in the Cradle of 
Tlie Deep." 



Rocked in my mother's arms of love 
My helpless years she guarded well, 
Secure I laid upon her breast 
In all the world the safest nest. 
She did not slight my weakest call 
She was to me my own, my all. 
My dearest, truest, kindest, hest. 
My mother guarded the home nest. 
My dearest, truest, kindest beat, 
My mother guarded the home nest. 

My mother pointed me the way 
That leads to heavenly deeds each 

day 
A little child beside her knee, 
I learned of deep eternity. 
She brought the radiance of the stars 
To light me as I wandered far. 
Away from her and my dear home 
She taught a heavenly father's love 
That reached down to me from above 
And kept me safely in that love. 



Oh, sweet and holy is thy name. 
My precious mother, truest friend 
Where ere my path in life shall lie 
I know through thee the watchful 

eye 
That guards and keeps me to the day 
When life on earth shall have an end 
And I shall rise to life supreme 
Beyond the glory of a dream. 
And I shall rise to life supreme 
Beyond the glory of a dream. 
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MY FATHER 

Melody — *'01d Black Joe" 

My father dear, so faithful, kind and 

true, 
Down the long years. 
My heart turns back to you, 
A little child I sat upon your knee, 
And you sang sweetest songs to me 
And loved me too. 
Chorus: 
My father, my father, 

I never can forget 
Your tender, faithful love to me 

I feel it yet. 

My father dear, your hand was worn 

with toil 
Bent was your back 
By burdens you had borne. 
Deep on your brow were furrows 

worn by care 
Your bonnie locks grew grey and 

thin 
Your step was slow. 

Chorus: 

My father, my father, etc. 

My father dear, my teacher fond and 

true 
All that I am 
I feel I owe to you. 
Sweet was your heart 
You taught me how to pray 
You were my loving counselor thru 

every day. 

Chorus: 

My father, my father, etc. 
My father dear, oh, may my heart 
beat true 

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And let me love my God 
As I love you 

Help me, oh Lord, to serve my fath- 
er too 
That I may meet him up in heaven 
And follow You. 
Chorus: 
My father, my father, etc. 



HOPE 



Melody — "Lead Kindly Light" 



Dedicated to all societies that teach 
Immortality 

Beloved thru our heartbreaks and 

our tears, 
We look above 
We seek to pierce the curtain of the 

years 
That hides our loved. 
How precious were the years we 

knev7 each other here, 
And now we long to meet you all in 

heaven. 

Oh, He who made our hearts to long 

for love 
And life for aye, 
He did not send us here to dash our 

hope 
With just one day. 
No, as the years eternal roll 
We all shall meet and know eiich 

other soul to soul. 

Oh, Lord, what e'er Thy providence 

shall give, 
We know that we 
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Shall meet again and then for«ver 

live 
In joy with Thee. 
And with our loved ones meet to 

know as we are known 
In joy to live forever near Thy 

throne. 



MY FRIEND JESUS 



Melody — Safe in the Arms of Jesus. 



Oh Jesus, my friend and lover 

I traveled the ages through, 

I searched everywhere for the love 

of God 
And I found it most in You 
Deep in my soul's recesses 
Thine eyes so tender and true 
Pierced to the uttermost atoms 

depths 
To know me thru and thru. 
Refrain : 

Oh, Jesus, my friend and lover 
I traveled the ages thru 
I searched everywhere for the love 

of God 
And I found it most in you. 

With a power I cannot limit 
Oh friend who lovest me 
I feel a vigor in every vein 
To rise to the best in Thee, 
My truest friend and who loves me 
I follow where thou hast trod, 
In poverty, sorrow, in anguish* 
For it leads me to my God. 
Refrain : 

Oh, Jesus, my friend and lover 
I traveled the ages thru 
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I searched everywhere for the love 

of God 
And I found it most in you. 



THE BIBLE 

How Fimi a Foimdation — Keith 



How firm a foundation, ye saints of 
the Lord, 

Is laid for your faith in His excel- 
lent word! 

What more can he say, than to you 
He hath said, 

To you, who for refuge to Jesus have 
fled? 

"Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be 

not dismayed. 
For I am thy God, I will still give 

thee aid; 
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and 

cause thee to stand 
Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent 

hand, 

"When thro' the deep waters I call 
thee to go. 

The rivers of sorrow shall not over- 
flow; . 

For I will be with thee thy trouble 
to bless, 

And sanctify to thee thy deepest dia- 
tress, 

"The soul that on Jesus hath leanecl 

for repose, 
I will not, I will not desert to his 

foes; 
That soul — tho' all hell should^ \- 

deavor to shake, 
I'll never — no, never, no, never! 

sake! I 

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JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL 

Wesley 



Jesus, lover of my soul. 

Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the nearer waters roll, 

While the tempest still is high; 
Hide me, oh, my Saviour hide, 

Till the storm of life is past; 
Safe Into thy hiaven guide. 

Oh, receive my soul at last. 

Other refuge have I none. 

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; 
Leave, oh, leave me not alone. 

Still support and comfort me; 
All my trust on Thee is stayed, 

All my help from thee I bring; 
Cover my defenseless head 

With the shadow of Thy wing. 

Thou, O Christ, art all I want; 

More than all in Thee I find; 
IlaiB© the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Heal the sick and lead the blind; 
JuBt and holy is Thy name, 

I am all unrighteous; 
Vile, and full of sin I am. 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

Plenteous grace with Thee is found 

Grace to cover all my sin; 
Let the healing streams abound; 

Make me, keep me, pure within; 
Thou of life the Fountain art, 

Freely let me take of .Thee 
Spring Thou up within my heart, 

Rise to all eternity. 



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THE CAPITOLS OF THE U. S. 



An Old Style Geography Lesson 



In an early day in America ■ the 
children were taught to sing the let- 
ters of the alphabet, also they were 
taught to sing some geography songs 
like this one of national and state 
Capitols. This was a song that trav- 
eled from the east to the west and 
was always a favorite exercise for 
the children. It is placed in this 
little book to entertain those who 
used to sing it long ago, and to 
give a little bit of the old style of 
teaching to others. The song ends 
with Nebraska, as that was the last 
state that was admitted to the un- 
ion while it was sung. Mrs. Rachel 
McCallen, Mrs. L, R. Hayes, Mrs. 
Annie Loy, Doctor William Goodell 
and Mrs. Maxwell said they had all 
sung it. The multiplication tables 
were sung in those days, and al. 
ways to one tune, Yankee 
Doodle. The words of this song 
are "juggled" in. Each capitol Is 
sung twice to fit the tune. 

Melody — ^The Old Gray Goose is Dead 

United States, Washington on the 
Potomac River, 

Maine, Maine Augusta on the Ken- 
nebec River. 

New Hampshire, Concord, on the 
Merrimac River, 

Vermont, Montpelier on the Winoos- 
ki River, 

Massachusetts, Boston on Boston 
HaiUjor. 

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Rhode Island, has two capitols, Prov 
idence and Newport. 

Connecticut, Hartford, on the Con- 
necticut River, 

New York, Albany, on the Hudson 
River. 

New Jersey, Trenton, on the Dele- 
ware river, 

Pennsylvania, Harrisburg, on the 
Susquehanna River 

Deleware, Dover, an inland city 

Maryland, Annapolis on the Chesa- 
peake Bay. 

Virginia, Richmond, on the James 
River. 

Michigan, Lansing, on the Grand 
River, 

Wisconsin, Madison, an inland city, 

Ohio, Columbus, on the Sciota River. 

Indiana, Indianapolis, on the White 
River. 

Illinois, Springfield, on the Sanga- 
mon River. 

Kentucky, Frankfort, on the Ken- 
tucky River. 

Minnesota, St. Paul, on the Missis- 
sippi River, 

Iowa, DesMoines, on the DeMoines 
River, 

Missouri, Jefferson City, on the Mis- 
souri River. 

Kansas, Topeka, on the Kansas 
River, 

Nebraska, Lincoln, an inland city. 
All the other states can now be 

sung to this tune. 



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AN EFFINGHAM CX)UNTr GEOG- 

RAPHY LESSON IN XHE 

OLiD STYLE 



Melody — The Yankee Peddler 

To eacli verse slug the list of 
names loliowing, as a sort of cliorus. 
They are "juggled" in just as a ped- 
dler would put tile nauxes of all his 
goods in a list. The tune is stretch- 
ed to fit, the words are just "got in'* 
no attempt being made as to exact 
time or tune in this old time song. 
Come and listen while I tell you 
Of the towns in the county 
Of Effingham, of Effingham in the 
State of Illinois. 
There's Altamont, Beechor City and 

Dieterich, 
Dexter, Efiingham and BUiottstown, 
Edgew'ood, Eberle, Funkhouser, 
Alason, Montrose, Moccasin, 
Shumway, Teutopolis and Watson, 
Welton and Winterrowd too 
And this is all the towns we have. 

Come and listen while I tell you 

Of the townships in the county 

Of Effingham, of Effingham, in the 

State of Illinois. 
There's Banner, Bishop, and Doug- 
las, Jackson and Lucas and Liberty, 
xMoccasin, Alound and Mason, Sum- 
mit, St. Francis, Teutopolis, Union 
and Watson too, 15 in all you see. 
— And this is quite a bit to tell — 

Come snd listen while I tell you 
Of the good little river 
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That flows thru the county of EflQng- 

ham, Illinois 
Tis the good Little Wabash, so Pic- 
turesque and beautiful, 
Full of good fishes and never goes 
dry, it catches all the creeks and 
flushes with its richness, the bot- 
toms when it goes on a "high". 

Come and listen while I tell you 

Of the creeks in the county. 

Of EflQngham, of EflSngham in the 

State of Illinois. 
There's Big Salt and Little Salt, and 
Blue Point and Ramsey and Big 
Creek, and Second Creek, and Ful- 
fer and-JMocasin, and Limestone, and 
Muddy and Bishop and Green Creek, 
and Wolf, and Coon, and Shoal and 
Brockett and Lucas and Beech, and 
all into the Little Wabash run. 

Come an.d listen while I tell you 

Of the water in the county. 

Of EflQngham, of Effingham in the 

State of Illinois. 
The Lord gave us water full and 
plenty in river and creeks and in big- 
springs, it is good for men and also 
good for cattle, and of nature's brew 
it heals, for with sulphur and iron 
in a good mixture man and beast is 
healed of their diseases and it 
quenches thirst as well as heals the 
body and this is quite a tale to tell. 

Come and listen while I tell you 
Of the trees in the county 
Of Effingham, of Effingham in the 
State of Illinois. 
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Of oaks there are red, white and 
black, Spanish and water and jack, 
chlnquipin, water and laurel and the 
big burr oaks so lovely; of elms 
there are every sort, of maples the 
sugar and soft, linden, sycamore, 
buckeye, ash, iron and walnut, but- 
ternut, hackberry, sasafras, persim- 
mon, dogwood and birch, cotton- 
wood, crabapple, willows of all sorts, 
the plums and hawthorne ruddy, the 
black haw and sarvice berry tha gum 
and coffee berry and the lovely 
Judas tree. 
Come and listen while I tell you of 

some roads in the county. 
Of Effingham, of Effingham in the 

State of Illinois. 
There's the Old National Road laid 
out by Andrew Jackson that rung 
from east to west and cuts across 
our county, and there's the trail 
Egyptian runs at right angles with 
it in the town of Effingham.* 
Come and listen while I tell you we 

have a goodly county. 
In Effingham, in Effingham in the 

State of Illinois. 
We'd love to sing her story 
We love to give her glory 
With age she'll ne'er be hoary 
She is of earth the center 
Her destiny draws near her, 
With laurels men will crown her 
And every age will prove her worth. 

*The old National Road and the 

Egyptian trail cross each other at 

right angles in Effingham near the 

Vandalia railroad tracks of the de- 
pot. 

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It is an art to juggle these words 
in but it can be done, and you can 
laugh, as you try it out. 



America is a land of homes. Her 
best songs are heart songs. 



HOME SWEET HOME 
John Howard Payne 



'Mid pleasures and palaces though 
we may roam. 

Be it ever so humble, there's no 
place like home; 

A charm from the sky seems to hal- 
low IS there. 

Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er 
met with elsewhere. 
CHORUS: 

Home; home, sweet, sweet home. 

There's no place like home. Oh, 
there's no place like home. 

An exile from home, splendor daz- 
zles in vain; 

Oh, give me my low'y tbatch'd cot- 
tage again; 

The birds singing gaily that came at 
my call; 

Give me them, and that peace of 
mind, dearer than all. 
CHORUS: 



"Out of the Heart are the issues 
of Life." — ^The Bible. 



HEART SONGS 

The human heart is a harp whose 
Btrings God strikes with his hand to 
try it, and see if it is fit for His uses. 
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Out of the heart the best music 
and words of American song arise. 



The tliought of God runs through 
all American patriotic songs. It is 
to Him we sing. 

America is the only land whose 
national hymns appeal to Deity only. 



OUR NATIONAL HYMNS 



A law should require the singing 
of the national hymns in all schaols 
for the youth of America at least 
once each week, and all pupils 
should be required to memorize 
America, The Star Spangled Banner 
Hail Columbia, TJie Red White and 
Blue and the Battle Hymn of The 
Republic. This would increase pa- 
triotism in a high degree and insure 
in a sense national safety. In 
Illinois, a few years ago, there was 
flag raising and much singing of 
the national hymns at the school 
houses, and there was a marked in- 
crease of patriotic feeling and know- 
ledge of our national hymns. I in- 
tend, when Congress meets, and 
when our , state legislature meets 
again, to try and have bills introduc- 
ed to have these songs sung regu- 
larly in our schools and also mem- 
orized. I ask the aid of all interest- 
ed. Write to your congressman and 
legislatoi's iji eveiy state to work for 
such a law. Let evei*y state in the 
Union do tlie same and the law will 
come. 

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On all national holiaays, and 
other great days, allowing for differ- 
ences in time, the whole of America 
could sing these songs together. 
With the music of the instruments 
it would produce a mighty chorus 
that would shake the earth and 
would lift our people to higher plac- 
es in love of country and patriotism. 



AMERICA 

Smith 



My country, 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty. 

Of thee I sing. 
Land where my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
From every mountain side 

Let freedom ring. 

My native country thee, 
Land of the noble free, 

Tliy name I love; 
I love thy rocks and rills,* 
Thy woods and templed hills. 
My heart with rapture thrills, 

Like that above. 

Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song; 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake. 
Let rocks their silence break, 

The sound prolong. 

Our father's God! To Thee, 
Author of liberty, 
To Thee we sing. 
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Long may our land bf bright 
With freedom's holy light; 
Protect us by thy might. 
Great God, our king. 



THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER 
Key 



O, say, can you see, by the dawn's 

early light. 
What so proudly we hailed at the 

twilight's last gleaming? 
Whose broad stripes and bright stars 

through the perilous fight, 
O'er the ramparts we watched, 

were so gallantly streaming; 
And the ■ rocket's red glare, the 

bombs bursting in air. 
Gave proof through the night that 

our flag was still there. 
O, say, does the star-spangled ban- 
ner yet wave 
O'er the land of the free and the 

home of the brave! 

On the shore, dimly seen through 

the mists of the deep. 
Where the foe's haughty host in 

dread silence reposes. 
What is that which the breeze, o'er 

the towering steep, 
As it fitfully, blows, half conceals 

half discloses? 
Now it catches the gleam of the 

morning's first beam. 
In full glory reflected, now shines on 

the stream. 
'Tis the star-spangled banner! O, 

long may it wave 
O'er the land of the free and the 

home of the brave! 
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And where is that band who so 
vauntingly swore 
That the havoc of war and the 
battle's confusion 

A home and a country should leave 
us no more? 
Their blood has washed out their 
foul footstep's pollution. 

No refuge could save the hireling 
and slave 

From the terror of death and the 
gloom of the grave. 

And the star-spangled banner in tri- 
umph shall wave 

O'er the land of the free and the 
home of the brave! 

Oh, this be it ever, when freemen 

shall stand 
Between their loved home and 

foul war's desolation; 
Blest with victory and peace, may 

the heaven-rescued land 
Praise the power that has made and 

preserved us a nation. 
Then conquer we must, for our 

cause it is just. 
And this be our motto, *'In God is 

our trust." 
And the star-spangled banner in tri- 
umph shall wave 
O'er the land of the free and the 

home of the brave! 



THE RED, AVHITE AND BLUE 

Shaw 



O Columbia! the gem of the ocean. 
The home of the brave and the free 
The shrine of each patriot's devotion 
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A world offers homage to tha, — 

Thy mandates make heroes assemble 

When Liberty's form stands In 

view. 

Thy banners make tyranny tremble, 

When borne by the red, white and 

blue. 

Chorus: 
When borne by the red, -white and 

blue. 
When borne by the red, white and 
blue, 
I^Thy banners make tyranny tremble, 
' When borne by tbe red, white and 
blue. 

( When war waged its wide desolation. 
And threatened the land to de- 
^ form, 

X. The ark then of freedom's founda- 
tion, 
Columbia rode safe through the 
storm; 
With her garlands of victory around 
her. 
So proudly she bore ;lier brave 
Y crew, 

} With her flag proudly floating be- 
fore her, 

The boast of the red, white and 
blue. 
Chorus: 

The Star Spangled Banner bring 
hither 
O'er Columbia's true sons let it 
wave. 
May the wreaths they have won, 
never whither, 
Xor the star of their glory grow 
dim! 

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May their service united ne'er sever. 
But they to their colors prove 
true! 
The Army and Navy forever. 

Three cheers for the red, white 
and blue! 
CHORUS: 



BATTLE HYMN Of The REPUBLIC 
Hovi'e 



Mine eyes have seen the glory of 

the coming of the Lord; 
He is trampling out the vintage, 
where the grapes of wrath are 
stored; 
He hath loosed the fateful lightning 

of His terrible swift sword; 
His truth is marching on. 
OHORUS: 

Glory! glory Hallelujah! 
Glory! glory Hallelujah! 
Glory! glory Hallelujah! 
His truth is marching on! 

I have seen him in the watchflres of 
a hundred circling camps; 

They haVe builded Him an altar in 
the evening dews and damps; 

I can read His righteous sentence 'by 
the dim and flaring lamps; 

His day is marching on. 
OHORUS: 

I have read a fiery gospel writ in 

burnished rows of steel; 
As ye deal with my contemners, so 

with you my grace shall deal, 
Let the hero born of woman, crush 

the serpent with his heel; 
Since God is marching on. 
CHORUS: 

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He has sounded forth the trumpat 

that shall never call retreat; 
He is sifting out the hearts of men 

before his judgment seat; 
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer 

Him! be jubilant my feet! 
Our God is marching on. 
CHORUS: 

In the beauty of the lilies, Christ 

was born across the sea. 
With a glory in his bosom; that 

transfigures you and me; 
As he died to make men holy, let 

us die to make men free; 
While God is marching on. 
CHORUS: 



IL.LIXOIS, 1820 A. D. 



The First Booster Song of Illi- 
nois — used by permission of Rogers 
& Smith, Publishers. 

The following old time song of Il- 
linois was given to Gen. John Cor- 
son Smith, by an old man who used 
to sing it. It was a popular song in 
its day and shows that Illinois stood 
high in the opinions of men then. 
Mr. Smith put it in his history of 
Freemasonry in Illinois, and said it 
was often sung at Masonic banqueti. 

In 1820 and after men would go 
from Tennessee, Kentucky, Indiana, 
Mi»^3uri and Southern and Central 
Illinois with their ox teams and haul 
ore at the lead mines near Ga- 
lena, ^n the spring they would go 
home and put in their crops. Thi« 
song was a favorite with them and 
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they would sing it at their work, in 
their camps and along the roads as 
they went to and fro to their homes. 
No doubt it contributed a good deal 
to the settlement of Illinois. I was 
sung to the tune of "Benny Hav- 
ens O" or to that other melody 
''The Wearing of the Green." 

Away down on Rock River such 
lands were never known, 

If Adam had but "passed that way 
these scenes he'd call his own. 

He'd said it was a garden he'd play- 
ed in when a boy 

And straightway called it Eden in 
the state of Illinois. 

— ^Chorus — ■ 
Then move your family west if good 

health you would enjoy 
And you'll rise to wealth and honor 

in the state of Illinois. 
Oh, for God's sake, move out west, 

take all your girls and boys. 
And we'll cross at Dixon's Ferry 

near Peoria, Illinois. 
Chorus : 

'Twas here the Queen of Sheba came 

to Solomon of old 
Her baskets full of peppermint, 

frankincense and fine gold 
And she became so enamored v/ith 

all the girls and boys 
That she proclaimed herself to be 

the Queen of Illinois. 
Chorus: 



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She's bounded with the Mississippi, 

the Ohio, Wabash and the Lakes 
She has crawfish in her swampy 

lands and her echoes wake the 

snakes, 
The rivers they are crooked and her 

steamboats make a noise 
Oh, what a pleasant place it i^ to 

live in Illinois. 
Chorus: 

The fishes in the river, her cattle 

and her mules 
Are blooded and imported stock, 

likewise her common schools 
But these are small diversions when 

taken with the joys 
Ex-pe-ri-enced by living in the State 

of Illinois. 
Chorus: 

A little farther on Chicago you will 

find 
A nice commercial city built up In 

modern times 
Her girls they are ^o pretty, her 

boys they are so gay 
They'll take the rag right off the 

bush of Mich-igan-i^a. 
Chorus: 



ILLINOIS IS THE HEART OF 
THE UXITED STATES — EFFING- 
HAM COUNTY IS THE HEART OF 
ILLINOIS— AND IS ON A DIRECT 
ROUTE TO THE GULF OF MEXI- 
CO, THE PANAMA CANAL AND 

WORLD'S TRADE 

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IlililNOIS 



By thy river gently flowmg, 

Illinois, Illinois, 

By thy prairies verdant growing 

Illinois, Illinois, 

There's an echo on the breeze 
Rustling through the leafy trees. 
And its mellow tones are these, 

Illinois, Illinois, 

And its mellow tones are these, 

Illinois. 

When you heard your country call- 
ing, Illinois, Illinois, 

When the shot and shell were falling 
Illinois, Illinois, 

When the Southern hosts withdrew 
Pitting Gray against the Blue 
There were none more brave than 
you, Illinois, Illinois. 

There were none more brave than 
you, Illinois. 

Not without thy wondrous story, 

Illinois, Illinois, 
Could be writ the nation's glory 

Illinois, Illinois, 
On the record of the years 
Abraham Lincoln's name appears 
Grant and Logan and our tears 

Illinois, Illinois, 
Grant and Logan and our tears 

Illinois. 

'' "-- the Cubans struck for free- 
Illinois, Illinois, 
^esolved to aid them, 

Illinois, Illinois. 
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And for men on land and sea, ! 
Illinois said, "Call on me! 
For the Cubans must be free," 

Illinois, Illinois; 
For the Cubans must be free 

Illinois! 

Some encamped at Chickamauga, 

Illinois, Illinois, 

others fell at Santiago, 

Illinois, Illinois, 

Others anxious for a call, 
They will march, or fight, or f^ll, 
They are heroes, heroes, all, 

Illinois, Illinois; 
They are heroes, heroes, all, 

Illinois! 



Unto Grod we give the glory, 

Illinois, Illinois, 
And the ages gray and hoary 

Illinois, Illinois, 
Will repeat the wond'rous story 
And to God will be the glory 
As thru men He works His will, 

Illinois, Illinois, 
As thru men he works his will, 

Illinois, Illinois. 
A. H. K. 



HAIIi COLUMBIA 

Mopkins 

Hail Columbia, happy^land, 
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band? 
Who fought and bled in freedom's 

cause. 
Who fought and bled in freedom's 
cause, 

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And when the storm of war was gone 
Enjoyed the peace your valor won. 
Let independence be our boast, 
Ever mindful what it cost; 
Ever grateful for the prize, 
Let its altar reach the skies. 

Chorus : 
Firm, united let us be, 
Rallying round our liberty; 
As a band of brothers joined, 
Peace and safety we shall find. 

Iniinortal patriots! rise once mor^; 
Defend your rights, defend your 
shore; _ 

Let no rude foe with impious 

hand. 
Let no rude foe with impious 
hand. 
Invade the shrine where sacred lies^ 
Of toil and blood the well-earned 
prize. 
While offering peace sincere and 

just. 
In Heaven we place a manly trust, 
That truth and justice will prevail 
And every scheme of bondage fan. 
Sound, sound the trump of fame! 
Let Washington's great name 

Ring thro' the world with loud ap- 
plause. 
Ring thro' the world with loud ap. 
plause, .^ 

Let every clime to freedom dear 
Listen with joyful ear! 

With equal skill and godlike pow- 
er, 
Be goverened ii^ the fearful hour 
Of horrid war; or guides with 

ease 
The happier times of honest peace. 
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Behold thechief who now commands. 
Once more to serve his country 
stands^ — 
The rock on wMch the storm will 

beat, 
The rock on which the storm will 
beat, 
But armed with virtue firm and true 
His hopes are fixed on Heaven and 
you. 
When hope was sinking in dismay 
And glooms obscured Columbia's 

day 
His steady mind, from changes 

free. 
Resolved on death or liberty. 




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Manufacturers of 
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General ?factice Notary Publid 

G. P. DKNTOX 

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Probate Matters and Collections 
A Specialty 

EFFINGHAM _ _ _ ILLINOIS 



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Undertaker — Florist 

Private Ambulance — Licensed 

Enibalmer 

Cut Flowers and Plants 
Phone No. 16 

120 S. 4tli St. _ Effingham, 111. 



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CLOTHING 

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Stoves, Furnaces, Sporting Goods 

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Fire Insurance Surety Bonds 

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Liability Insurance 
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1 and 2 Opera Block 

Phone 39 



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